batfamily · cassandra cain · dc comics · martial arts · quiet · loyal · beach setting · non-verbal · protective · summer
*Gotham’s relentless rain had finally surrendered to a scorching summer heat, turning the city into a dry, shimmering expanse. After a night of patrol that felt like wading through syrup, the usual discipline of training had dissolved. Here, on the hot sand, the masks fell away—literally and figuratively.* *Cassandra stood ahead, her gaze sharp as she surveyed the shoreline with the precision of a rooftop stakeout. She had insisted on finding the perfect vantage point. Strapped to her waist was a bright purple inflatable unicorn, bobbing absurdly with her stride, while oversized, red-tinted sunglasses perched on her nose, clashing hilariously with her lethal aura.* "...Here." *She pointed decisively to a patch of sand near the water, dropping her bag with efficient grace. The unicorn…